Wicked Mr. Magoo

[MTLneg]

Part 1

Mr. Magoo was my neighbor in the block apartment where I live. Magoo was a nickname because he really look like the old man cartoon: pretty short (5 ft), bald, round nose and myopic. I guess he was in his mid-seventy. He had a cock to die for, but his blowjobs were outstanding. I can witness for them. It was well-known that every day, right after lunch, he would walk down to the bathhouse and come back in the early morning next day. Anyone trying to reach him had better chance to find him there instead at his place.  Once the landlord told me he was wondering why the old guy still kept an apartment.  At the bathhouse, Mr. Magoo would appear as an old troll lurking fresh meat in the dark corridors.

Like I said, Mr. Magoo gave me unforgettable blowjobs and even if I was tempted for him to fuck me with his magnificent steel-hard cock (it gives me hope to see that, at this age, a man can still have a solid erection!), I always resist: he was poz.

Me, well, I am 23, completing a degree at the local university in Montreal and still looking for prince charming. Don’t get me wrong, I am no virgin (lost it when I was… well… lets say way younger but this is another story), but I ain’t no slut either. I always play safe, don’t get fuck or fuck often. The most adventurous sex I had would be qualified as vanilla sex.  I’d chicken out every time it might be “dangerous”. So, bathhouse was definitely out of the list for me.  In fact, I never been in one. Grindr was just a fantasy, I wouldn’t never agrees to meet anyone I didn’t know. You can picture me.

With covid confinement restrictions and school courses remotely, I almost never got out of the apartment like everyone else.  So I thought.  Except, Mr. Magoo would still go out and returning as usual as if nothing happened.   One morning, horny as shit and web porn not providing any relief, I heard the old man coming back from his night. I thought why not?  The man gives a mean blowjob and it is kind of a thrill for me to have sex with older men, even if Magoo looks like he could be my grandad.

“Hey Max”

“Hi, everything’s alright?”

“Oh yeah, just back from the bathhouse”, he said smiling.  He was squinting his eyes like he was trying to locate me in the corridor. “I still have a warm load deep in my ass from the front desk punk. The one with purple hair” he told me like I would know who the guy was.  I started laughing. Mr. Magoo was more depraved that I would ever be.

“Wait! What?  Aren’t they supposed to be close?”

“Yeah, they are…”

“But how…”

“The front door sign says they are closed, but the back door is unlocked…  so…”

“Lot of guys?”

“Yeah, it’s business as usual. Monday, it was packed, though. You want to come with me tonight?”

“Euh… no… I mean… you know… I don’t go there…”

“A shame.  You would get a lot of action. You horny now?”

“Kind of…”

“Come with me, I’ll suck you dry.”

It was the first time I got in his apartment. It was almost empty beside a dirty mattress on the floor that look as old as Magoo, a chair and a small round table. The carpet had various dark stains and a strong and very unpleasant smell assailed my nose, like a stench of rancid piss.  If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Magoo was squatting the place.  The door wasn’t even closed that Magoo pulled my shorts down, drop to his knees and engulf my semi-hard cock, pulling out his tongue and lick underneath my balls. He was like starved-animal, sucking me like he would run out of time and die before he finished me.

Well, he did reach the finish line! I had to pull him off my cock as it becomes hypersensitive after I cum. In the few minutes of his cocksucking race, he found the time to unzip his pants, jerked (his awesome cock, did I mention it?) and sprayed his load on my Vans shoes.  The look on his face (surely mine as well) showed a satisfied man.

“Gawd…!  I needed that. Thanks!”  As I pulled back my shorts.

“It was delicious as always.  Your welcome…” then his face expressed hesitation, “I…  Max…  I need your help with something…" 

What do you want me to do?  The man just got me off, definitely lives alone, who else can he asked?  I might not be the most outcoming guy, but I was not a selfish prick.  And the man has been always nice to me, never refusing to dive on my cock without having to reciprocate.

"Would you help me?”

So without thinking about what he needed help, I just answered “Yes, sure”.

I got back to my apartment, still trying to figure out how could have said yes to help Mr. Magoo?  I should have told him “no, I can’t”, “please find someone else”. Instead, I saw an old devious man grinning at me like a 14-year-old teenager can do, his eyes twinkling with irrepressible mischief.

“It’s simple.  I need you to come with me at the bathhouse tonight”

[evilqueerpig]

Good start!

[Catchyourself]

Great start! 😈

[MTLneg]

Part 2

“Look who's here! If it’s not mister-goody-two-shoes in person!”

I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.  I would recognize his voice anytime. Mikey Meltzer. A sophisticated annoying queen. I knew him from college and he was infamous for outing guys and spreading gossip on them.  I slightly turn and nod to him.  Of course, he was naked and nothing to be ashamed of.  For few seconds I hoped that he was dressing and on his way out, unfortunately he had just arrived few minutes before me and Mr. Magoo at the bathhouse. He was with another guy, a skinny dirty-blond hair with a cock on the smaller-side.   My first time in a bathhouse and I was poised to meet someone I knew in the locker area!  I decided to ignore him, undressed and quickly wrapped my towel to find back Mr. Magoo who had a private room.  As I was trying to find my way to his room.  I reminded the conversation with Mr. Magoo earlier this morning:

“At the bathhouse!?”

“Yes with me”

“I… yes… no… I mean I never go to these places.  It's dangerous... ”

“And this exactly why you are the perfect guy to help me” he interrupted me.

“I don’t see why…”

“Let me explain…”

The room door was slightly ajar. I though nothing of it as Mr. Magoo knew I was coming back for him.  Magoo was on the narrow bed, on all four, getting pounded by a “bear” with a fat-belly.  I am not naïve and knew sex encounters occurred in bathhouses, but it hasn’t been more than 10 minutes since our arrival and, there, the old man was getting fucked.  Magoo was moaning like a cheap whore in a porn movie as the bear pounded him good, hard and fast. I froze in place.  Excited and terrified.

“It feels so good, Max.  You should tried” said Magoo who was now pushing his ass to meet the man’s thrusts.

“Outside… I will wait outside…” I replied weakly, still unable to move.

“Nonsense” the bear said, extending his arm and pulling me closer to them.  I was able to smell intoxicating male sex and sweat. from him.  His fur body was covered is warm sweat and my skin was immediately glue to his belly side.

“Look at this old cumdump taking my unmedicated poz load deep in his hole!"

“You don’t wear condom?”

“What for? We are both poz”

“I don’t know, STD maybe?” I said unconvincing.

“Mmmfph… condoms are for the faint of the heart.  Never wear one.”

I did not know what to say else so I just shut my mouth,  looking at the scene. May be because I didn’t had sex for a long-time, but honestly, it look terrific. The bear man was close to three time the size of Mr. Magoo.

“I’m close.  I will recharge you soon, grandpa”

“Go on”, urged Magoo, ”flood my guts with your babies again”

Again? I look at Magoo who was now on his back. When have they switched position? Unlike porn, where the bottom has his legs over the fucker’s shoulders, I realized it was not possible for the duo before me.  His legs were resting against the bear’s belly. His feet barely at mouth level and the bear was licking and sucking the toes.      

“Take it you whore”

“Yes, give it to me”

The verbal exchange went on for a good 10-15 minutes.  The fat belly was shaking like a mountain of jell-o as he rammed his cock in and out with brute force.  With one last thrust, he held his cock deep in Magoo, grunting.

“Fuck!... You are getting it old man.  UUURRGHHH!... Take that load. Take that toxic load!” he said before collapsing on Magoo, almost folding him in half.

“Phew!  That was good. It’s always nice to start my whoring day with a load from you,  Bill” said a pleased Magoo.

Although, I would never let someone fucked me bareback. I was engrossed by the live act in front of me and my cock was at attention and throbbing (unconsciously I was groping myself through the towel).

“See you tomorrow, old geezer”, said Bill, exiting after slapping my ass.

Now, Magoo was fingering his dripping hole, getting all the cum he can before bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Hmmm. So good.  You want to taste some? ” he asked, pointing his cum-coated index to me.

“No, I’ll pass” I reply embarrassed and horrified by the offer.

“Your loss.  Anyway, this fuck was a distraction and I need to get you prepared”

“I don’t think I can do it.  I’m really sorry.” I stammered in a low-voice.

“Don’t let me down now, Max.  I though you were a man of his word”

There we go, guilt.  Exactly what I needed in a place I didn't want to be in the first place, but I agreed to help him.   I looked at Magoo and realized I never saw him naked before, except for his cock.  His body was largely covered with tattoos, most of them nicely designed. Biohazard ones. One on his back between his shoulders, and the other one, on his stomach, above the hips. Both nipples pierced with thick gold rings. Some light-grey body hair. He had a toned-body, not at all flabby.  He was hot.

“Earth to Max!”

I realized that Magoo was talking to me and saw me staring at him.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to stare at you.  It’s just… well I never saw you naked before…. And well, you’re hot”.  I probably went through fifty shades of red as I said that.  I felt my face flushed, but even in the dark room, it didn’t escape Magoo’s eyes.  With all the blood that went to my head, I was surprised that my cock was still hard and spewing copious precum in the towel.

“Let me give you the grand tour before you poke me in the eye with your cock ”

 

[negchaserlooking]

☣️☣️

Edited January 14, 2021 by negchaserlooking
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[negchaserlooking]

3 hours ago, MTLneg said:

Part 1

Mr. Magoo was my neighbor in the block apartment where I live. Magoo was a nickname because he really look like the old man cartoon: pretty short (5 ft), bald, round nose and myopic. I guess he was in his mid-seventy. He had a cock to die for, but his blowjobs were outstanding. I can witness for them. It was well-known that every day, right after lunch, he would walk down to the bathhouse and come back in the early morning next day. Anyone trying to reach him had better chance to find him there instead at his place.  Once the landlord told me he was wondering why the old guy still kept an apartment.  At the bathhouse, Mr. Magoo would appear as an old troll lurking fresh meat in the dark corridors.

Like I said, Mr. Magoo gave me unforgettable blowjobs and even if I was tempted for him to fuck me with his magnificent steel-hard cock (it gives me hope to see that, at this age, a man can still have a solid erection!), I always resist: he was poz.

Me, well, I am 23, completing a degree at the local university in Montreal and still looking for prince charming. Don’t get me wrong, I am no virgin (lost it when I was… well… lets say way younger but this is another story), but I ain’t no slut either. I always play safe, don’t get fuck or fuck often. The most adventurous sex I had would be qualified as vanilla sex.  I’d chicken out every time it might be “dangerous”. So, bathhouse was definitely out of the list for me.  In fact, I never been in one. Grindr was just a fantasy, I wouldn’t never agrees to meet anyone I didn’t know. You can picture me.

With covid confinement restrictions and school courses remotely, I almost never got out of the apartment like everyone else.  So I thought.  Except, Mr. Magoo would still go out and returning as usual as if nothing happened.   One morning, horny as shit and web porn not providing any relief, I heard the old man coming back from his night. I thought why not?  The man gives a mean blowjob and it is kind of a thrill for me to have sex with older men, even if Magoo looks like he could be my grandad.

“Hey Max”

“Hi, everything’s alright?”

“Oh yeah, just back from the bathhouse”, he said smiling.  He was squinting his eyes like he was trying to locate me in the corridor. “I still have a warm load deep in my ass from the front desk punk. The one with purple hair” he told me like I would know who the guy was.  I started laughing. Mr. Magoo was more depraved that I would ever be.

“Wait! What?  Aren’t they supposed to be close?”

“Yeah, they are…”

“But how…”

“The front door sign says they are closed, but the back door is unlocked…  so…”

“Lot of guys?”

“Yeah, it’s business as usual. Monday, it was packed, though. You want to come with me tonight?”

“Euh… no… I mean… you know… I don’t go there…”

“A shame.  You would get a lot of action. You horny now?”

“Kind of…”

“Come with me, I’ll suck you dry.”

It was the first time I got in his apartment. It was almost empty beside a dirty mattress on the floor that look as old as Magoo, a chair and a small round table. The carpet had various dark stains and a strong and very unpleasant smell assailed my nose, like a stench of rancid piss.  If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Magoo was squatting the place.  The door wasn’t even closed that Magoo pulled my shorts down, drop to his knees and engulf my semi-hard cock, pulling out his tongue and lick underneath my balls. He was like starved-animal, sucking me like he would run out of time and die before he finished me.

Well, he did reach the finish line! I had to pull him off my cock as it becomes hypersensitive after I cum. In the few minutes of his cocksucking race, he found the time to unzip his pants, jerked (his awesome cock, did I mention it?) and sprayed his load on my Vans shoes.  The look on his face (surely mine as well) showed a satisfied man.

“Gawd…!  I needed that. Thanks!”  As I pulled back my shorts.

“It was delicious as always.  Your welcome…” then his face expressed hesitation, “I…  Max…  I need your help with something…" 

What do you want me to do?  The man just got me off, definitely lives alone, who else can he asked?  I might not be the most outcoming guy, but I was not a selfish prick.  And the man has been always nice to me, never refusing to dive on my cock without having to reciprocate.

"Would you help me?”

So without thinking about what he needed help, I just answered “Yes, sure”.

I got back to my apartment, still trying to figure out how could have said yes to help Mr. Magoo?  I should have told him “no, I can’t”, “please find someone else”. Instead, I saw an old devious man grinning at me like a 14-year-old teenager can do, his eyes twinkling with irrepressible mischief.

“It’s simple.  I need you to come with me at the bathhouse tonight”

Well he doesn't sound like the cartoon "Mr Magoo" hahahahaha. Think Max is going to get a nice surprise.

[Guest FrenchCanadian]

I actually know the punk who used to work at that particular bathhouse in Montreal (since I live nearby). Big dong. Fucked me once in the janitor closet haha

[seattlebbbtm]

This is excellent 

[bbinterestingza]

Hot!

[austin_submale]

Nice start!

 

[pozpopperpig]

HOT!

[Tanbbottom]

Can't wait to hear more about Max and Mr. Magoo. Any bets on how long it will take for Max to get knocked up?

[BBFloridaguy]

Thanks for sharing! Hope to read more of the story.

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[MTLneg]

Part 3

“I think I’ll go to the pool then warm up in the dry sauna” I said. 

It took us over an hour and half to do the bathhouse tour, and the place wasn’t huge.  Magoo knew a lot of the guys there, greeting each of them and introducing me as his grandson Max…  “Call me grandpa” he told me as we started the tour. So, 15 to 20 guys later and four blowjobs he gave, we were back to the room.  Luckily, we haven’t seen Mickey and his friend.

“You sure?  I am going back to the theater for a second service” he stated. He had a semi and was nonchalantly playing with his foreskin, pulling it back over the large cockhead covered in poz precum. He was already on his way when I heard: “Have fun!”.

I was tempted to stay in the room. It was only 5 pm, and another 12 hours before we would go back home. I was not able to see myself stuck in the room for so long, so the better got to me and decided to follow my plan and head to the pool. As I closed the door, I noticed a plastic bag next to Magoo’s shoes. I’m not indiscreet by nature, but I was intrigued. A couple of half-full sticky bottles. Lube. A small-to-medium pink butt plug. The plastic object had lost his shine and hasn’t been cleaned properly. It didn’t look new. A dozen of unlabeled brown bottles with yellow or orange-colored caps. Two black ones with a red-dot sticker on it. Poppers, I thought. Most of them look full, no seal. Still in the room, I made sure the door was locked, there was no risk for me to be curious and try one.  Whooaa! As I pulled back the yellow bottle.  The chemical smell when right through my nose to my brain. I probably sniffed to hard.  Lets try again. I took another hit, and it was better.  I felt strange, not exactly euphoric, more like in a carnal-envy state, like when I am at home after edging for hours.  It made me hornier.  I closed the bottle and took the orange one. Fuck!!! The smell was stronger, and I immediately got dizzy. I was grinding my ass back and forth on the small thin mattress.  Suddenly, the butt plug was appealing. Hmmmm… I wondered how it would feel.  It was definitely larger than any of the few guy who fucked me and my fingers, but with lube and patience I should be able to take it.

I am sure that “grandpa” would be smiling at me right now as I my ass ring started to give way at the lubed plug. More lube, I needed more lube. I poured a generous amount of the sticky gooey lube – thicker than mine when I jerked off – in my ass and start working the plug in my butt.  My asslips were immediately on fire! I almost regretted to have pushed my fingers deep in my ass.  My hole was working overtime and swallowed the plug. Finally, I got it in!  I look at my watch, 6h15! It took me over an hour to push the toy in my ass! I was sweating like a pig, clearly exhausted.  I fumbled in the plastic bag for poppers with my left hand while I was masturbating with the other one, applying pressure on the butt plug by rocking on the bed.  Holy fuck!!!  the poppers sent me to another level, I took another hit, maybe two.  Honestly, I lost count. I put back the black cap on, heavily breathing before passing out.

I was still in the room, naked, Magoo was slowly nursing my cock in his mouth and scarcely moving the plug against my prostate. Every 5-6 strokes, my cock would spit blobs of precum on warm tongue swirling lasciviously around my head.

“Oh Oh boy.  Your awake now” letting my cock go and standing up.

“I guess I fell asleep”

“You had fun at the pool?”

“The pool?...  The pool!... I… I… never got there! I said sheepishly

“Well that doesn’t matter, we still have time and I can see you had some fun.”

“Oh, the plug!  I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t worry.  Actually, it was for you.  A friend of mine gave it to me”

“A friend of yours gave you a plug for me?”

“Well, not exactly. He died last month from HIV complication. So I kept it. I don’t have the need for such toy, and I thought you might like to have one. I was going to give it to you, or rather put it in you sometime tonight…”

“He died from complication?”

“I am not sure what, but for sure he had advanced stage case of syphilis and raging gono that made his dick angry red and delicious to suck on... oh he had a lots of warts. He used to keep a count of them."

"Huhn?"

 "His last count he told me was 179.”

“Fuck!  Did you wash it since?”

“Nah, didn’t have the time and what for?  I am not the one using it, is it?

I was speechless.

“Now lets go, I need to show you our target. Keep the plug in”

Magoo was dragging me frankly in the corridor toward the sling section.  Mickey was long-dicking his friend cuffed in the sling and blindfolded, bareback of course.  A nipple-play was performed by a daddy, mid-forty, in a leather harness. Four other men, closer to grandpa’s age, were aside chatting about covid, almost ignoring the two young men.

“There they are.” said Magoo in a low-conspiracy voice, nudging me firmly in the ribs

“Who” I replied

“The guy in the sling and his friend fucking him”

“Mickey?!” I whispered back.  He must have heard me because Mickey turns his head and was broadly smiling at me.  He gave me a wink and went back fucking his friend, with more force than before, eliciting high-pitched moaning from the bottom friend.

“You know him?” Magoo said

“Yeah” I responded without giving details, my eyes glued to the slender body of Mickey, rocking nicely back and forth. This wasn’t offensive, it was erotic, highly sensual.  I wasn’t jealous, but almost wished it was me that Mickey was fucking.

“Even more perfect” Magoo replied.  “Lets go grab a drink and finalize the plan”

The last view I had was Mickey’s ass tightening as he was working his load deep in his friend’s lucky hole.

[MTLneg]

Part 4

My balls were aching for release. I thought going to the bathroom and jerked off in a stall. Mr. Magoo was adamant: “I shall not cum unless he told me to” otherwise it would ruin his plan.  He wanted me horny and responsive to any sexual triggers that I might face. He threatened me to find the smallest cock cage he could and crammed my cock in it and then whip my balls until they crawled back where they came from. I never saw this dark side of Mr. Magoo before.  He almost scared me.  May be I should.

It turns out that Mr. Magoo was indeed a devilishly dark-depraved unbashful man with a deadly plan. He wanted to stealth Mickey and his friend. He wanted to poz them.

“See, these two arrogant pricks never let us – the senior ones – touch or caress them, even less suck on their nice cocks and balls.  No, they are too good for us.  They call us poz trolls.”

I had nothing to reply. It was in Mickey’s nature to disdain anyone. I had no doubt that Mr. Magoo was not up to Mickey’s standard.  But to stealth him and his friend seems to me a little drastic.

“They come here often, teasing us with their neg asses. You must know its hard on our moral.  We know we aren’t young anymore, but we still have needs, even if we are poz. You know what I mean?” His hand reached my crotch and squeezed it. I nodded.

"I might look like it, but I am not mean or revengeful.  I just want respect and some relief from time to time for me and all older guys" he said sadly.   “Then they spot their victim, always a young guy ready to be fuck, always a negative one, they make sure of it. Then they convinced the guy to bottom bareback. After all, there is no risk.  They all are negs!  And they fuck. After breeding their victim, they admit that they lied, that in fact they were poz – which is the real lie – and have unloaded toxic cum in his neg ass.”

“Wow, unbelievable”

“That’s not all…”

“There is more?”

“Then they talked the guy into how he is free now to fuck who he wants when he wants, that he enjoyed going bareback and receiving warm-poisoned load in his tight ass. That it should embraced this new freedom and let man, any man, to enjoy the best thing in the world, his ass. Then the first stranger to fuck him is obviously a high-viral poz man to ruin once and for all the neg hole.”

“Unbelievable” I repeated myself.

“And this is where you come into play”

“Hun?”

“You will be the bottom. Since they only play with same-age guys, you are my perfect weapon”

“No, no way…”

“Let me finish” he abruptly said

“You will bottom for him under the sole condition that you can fuck him or both of them after he fucks you, and before any poz guy steps in.  And you will fuck him without condom”

“But how are you going to poz him?  He will never let you approach even at a pole distance…”

“We will use the same deception as they do.”

 “Hun?”

“My gawd, you’re slow.  After, dumping your load in his fresh neg ass. You will admit that you lied, that you are “really” poz and the reason why you are at the bathhouse, to find someone, anyone to fuck.  Of course, it is a lie and you will have to play your role and convince him that, in fact, that’s what he always deeply wanted, and now he is free, like you.”

“Unreal…”

“And then, here I come… and a bunch of friends after me”

“He will never agree to it”

“That’s your job to make him accept his fate”

Mr. Magoo was not straddling me, his poz cock resting under my chin, always in its semi-hard state and a wet tip.

“Then why have you forbidden me to cum earlier?  I can easily go two or three times”

“If I let you cum, you won’t be horny enough to let a guy fuck you bareback”, he had taken is now hard (an amazing) cock and was face-slapping me with it, punctuating each syllable, “and… you… will… chick…en… out… and… you… will… let… me… down…” 

At one point, I had closed my eyes and sealed my lips tight. His cock was now resting just under my nose, my cheeks were wet of precum or discharge, maybe droplet of piss?  A pungent smell was assaulting me.

“Look at me” he ordered me

I slowly open my eyes and Magoo was leaning over scrutinizing me.

“You will not let me down, are you?”

I shook my head

“Say it out loud”

“I won’t”

Before I was able to close my mouth, Mr. Magoo slipped the head of is cock between my lips.

“Because if you do, I will rape you myself and let any strangers fuck you senseless and do what ever they want with you.  Understood?”

“Yes”

“Good.  Now suck me a little. I am horny again”